It was, to the little girl, an ordinary day. Julie’s mother sent her out to the yard to play while she did the ironing. Being eight months pregnant with her third child, ironing took its toll and frequent trips to the bathroom left a hot iron in a dangerous position.
Julie was delighted, loved being free in the yard to play. Her imagination soared as she placed the various rocks and pebbles around on the table. She was serving tea to her imaginary friends.
What was not noticed by her was a threatening skull moving slowly sneaking up behind her, watching. She only let out one small scream but that was not heard by her mother.